rhyme of the day- infinite

Bust it, I let the beat commence so I can beat the sense of your elite defense I got some meat to mince, a crew to stomp and two feet to rinse I greet the gents and ladies, I spoil loyal fans I foil plans and leave fluids leaking like oil bands My coil hands around this microphone are lethal One thought in my cerebral is deeper then a Jeep full of people MC's are feeble, I came to cause some pandemonium Battle a band of phony MC's and stand the only one Imitator, Intimidator, Stimulator, Simulator of data, Eliminator There's never been a greater since the burial of Jesus mess around and catch all of the arial diseases My thesis will smash a stereo to pieces My accapella releases plastic masterpieces through telekinesis And eases you mentally, gently, sentimentally, instrumentally With entity, dementedly meant to be Infinite- MM